nothing is made up of just one thing; we are all bits of each other
wrapped in a blanket with a view of her domain the cat feels secure
only in hindsight can we know if our forecast was indeed correct
travel the backroads and alleyways; where the truth is left unvarnished
we look to the past historic experience to guess the future
look at an apple it can be pies, tarts, fritters… or just an apple
things we hold onto for whatever the reason have a hold on us
to just be yourself it helps to first understand who it is you are
trying to focus on the task at hand can be oh, look shiny things!
it is hard to tell if the streets feel less busy from my chair at home
uptown jack 